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Don't Open The Door

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 20, 2018

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Don’t Open The Door

We all knew that there was something wrong outside, we just were not sure quite what. An absolute feeling of dread surrounded the doors, the windows. Leave them closed, move away, and it was not so hard to pretend that it was just a day like any other.

Forget and move that bit close and that dread would hold and grip, and remind us with a vengeance that this was so NOT like any other day that we had seen.

It’s not so bad to have a day inside, is it. We’ve spent loads of them before. There’s no shortage of food, water, electricity. But the fact that we are kept in by some nameless terror makes us feel caged in, cooped up. There’s just as much space as there always has been but somehow the whole place seems to have shrunk to a third of it’s real size.

Maybe if we could see something it would help. At least then we’d have some idea of the cause of that all-engulfing fear that was keeping us prisoner in our homes. We are all drawn to different windows, to look out.

There is nothing to see but when all the panes of glass in the building begin to rattle, so hard that we expect them to shatter, we know that was one massively big mistake. Retreating is our only option and none of us have seen a thing.

Wait it out, it can’t last. Can it?

Perhaps we should have been a bit more attentive to the youngest member of our group. We’d just presumed that she felt the same sense of ‘badness’ as we did. Too late, we see what she is about to do.

Don’t open the door!” I scream out but it as if she is in some kind of dream.

Melody takes hold of the door and before any of us can move close enough to stop her, she is holding that door open wide and something malignant is streaming in.

In horror, I can do no more than gasp out; “Oh, Melody. What have you done?”


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